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Kourin the Rat

Kourin the Rat

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NAME: Kourin
FACTION: None
RANK: None
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 19
SEX: Male
HEIGHT: 5,9
WEIGHT: 165
EYES: Grey
HAIR: Black
SKIN: White
FORCE SENSITIVE: Yes

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STRENGTHS AND WEAKNESSES (Required: 2 Weaknesses Minimum) :
(+)<Cant catch me!> Good at running from people and dodging.
(+)<And that chip goes there..> Excellent slicer.
(+)<Sneaky Sneaky Sneaky> Good at hiding and walking quietly.
(+/-)<I can call someone for that> Knows people in low places. Can backfire.
(+/-)<I can fit in there> He has small stature, able to fit in tight spots. Can work against him with anything involving feats of strength.
(+/-)<Blasty end goes that way?> An okay shot. More dangerous to the enemy than himself and his allies at least.
(+/-)<Aha! I have won!> Celebrates success. Which can be very bad after you just snuck past a bunch of guards and accidentally fist pump a bucket over.
(-)<I get it. I don't get it.> Can get easily confused by complex things rather easily. Oddly doesn't apply to slicing.
(-)<I have no idea what any of these buttons do.> Completely and total lack of knowledge on how to fly a ship.

APPEARANCE:
Kourin wears a light T-Shirt with a thick leather vest over it. This vest holds his datapad and some security spikes, as well as simple slicing equipment. His pants are made out of heavy, baggy cloth.

BIOGRAPHY:
Kourin began life as a parent-less kid living in the slums of Nar Shadda. He has no idea how he got there, who his parents were, family, nothing like that. But as long as he can remember, he was raised under the house of a tech specialist named Jarvin. He would do the dirty work, keeping house and doing chores, being something akin to an apprentice. He was not an easy task master, food-less nights and cold beds were a common thing for Kourin in his young life. By the time he was six he was being taught how to slice at the most basic levels, and shown the best places to hide by his master. After all, Nar Shadda was by no means a nice place, and knowing where to run and hide was something anyone could stand to know. Especially slicers. When your job is stealing information from other people for people, you piss off a lot of people, fast.

Fortunately, Kourin was good at both slicing, running, and hiding. He after he was eight he fully understood why exactly it was that they were constantly running, and just how many people on the smugglers moon his teacher had angered. After pissing off a hutt, he was on the run for a solid two months through the city escape of the planet. Thankfully, there were many, many places to hide. To many to find an aging man and a young kid. This was the time things started to really pick up, because it was when Kourin was given his own equipment for slicing. At the age of fourteen, over the years he had the knowledge he needed to be ably to survive more or less, the only thing he lacked was knowing the right people. And his teacher saw to helping him with that.

Kourin was small, fast, and not easy to notice. Just another street rat of a kid on Nar Shadda was all he looked like. Which made his work much easier, given simple slicing jobs by his teacher, and then sent out, with only a small hold out blaster pistol for dire situations. Which he rarely had to ever use thankfully. Interestingly during this time, he developed a very fierce, independent 'i will do it myself' attitude. It was also during this time he got the name 'the Rat', for being able to evade peoples sight and get in tight places. At the age of sixteen, he was sent on with his teacher as part of a larger mission. There was a hutt movement to try and take over a part of territory, and they were invited. Without the ability to decline. He vividly remembered his masters angry face after reading the message and telling him to get his equipment. And he also had a dreadful, scared feeling well up at that moment. He had only felt it when his life flashed before his eyes. But this time it was directed at his master. But after being informed of the situation, he knew they didn't have much of a choice. And so they went.

The plan as they knew it was rather simple. They were to sneak inside while a small skirmish happened elsewhere, go into the gangs hideout, deactivate the turrets, steal info, and get out. They had two mercs with them to keep them safe. All initially went well, they got inside, and started to slice away. Until another group came in. Neither from the gang that was being attacked, or the one that had hired them. It was a third party, come to stop their little spat. By crushing them both. And unfortunatly, he and his master were possible loose ends. A fire fight ensued in the room, his master getting hit by a shot, and he barked. "RUN!" Kourin looked at the man, who had been his only real parent in his life. "FLY YOU FOOL!" He yelled before getting shot. It didn't take more insensitive, before he dove down into an air duct, and fled. Fast. When he got outside, he saw carnage. They had brought heavy weapons, things like rockets. And to live, Kourin had to flee through a literal battlefield. Gritting his teeth, he screamed out and ran blindly forward, picking a path that had as much cover as he could see. No one cared about some running kid, but explosions are like horseshoes. They only need to be close. As he fled, a rocket hit near by him, sending shrapnel everywhere, a piece of it flying and hitting his back. He felt fiery pain spread through his body as he failed his next step and hit the ground hard, screaming out in pain. Time seemed to go in slow motion from this point on for a while. What happened slowly sank in. They were ambushed. His master was killed. And now he was laying here, dying, after being told to run. To live.

The pain was unbelievable, both emotionally and physically. Tears welled up in his eyes as he tried to pull himself forward, crawling ever so slowly, painfully slowly. What sounded like rain was all around him. Rain? Or Nar Shadda? In fact it was simple shell shock. It was the sound of wind and blaster fire. Not that he could tell that. But rain seemed to fit the moment so perfectly. It was beautiful really, so he stopped, behind some cover which he layed under. Things were feeling cold... So cold.. And sleepy. He felt something warm and sticky running out his his back. And that feeling, combined with a nearby explosion, brought him back. The cold was just the floor. And the pain was horrendous, but he could still move. His body had just been shocked by the initial pain. But now he could move again. Some.

Kourin slowly pulled himself up against the cover, the explosions dying down and now there was almost just blaster fire. He had made it almost all the way across. Only a bit more now, gritting his teeth and crying out at the pain, he got up, and started to run once again, though slower then before. He dew some attention, a few blaster shots fired his way but nothing close as he got around a corner and continued to flee. They weren't to interested in chasing down some badly wounded and bleeding kid.

After managing to get out safely, he felt his body getting heavy. Very heavy. With the credits he had on him he went to a clinic, getting patched up, though the job was a bit shoddy it was good enough. After a week of recuperation, he talked to both the gangs who had their forces damaged badly in that attack, and he came with an offer. Their support and he would get them all the info on the gang that had attacked them that he could. The pair were united by hatred, which can be a strong binding for a short time. And in this case it was effective. Kourins teacher had been well known and respected for his abilities, and he as his apprentice was known to have taken on his skill. Enough at the very least to be quite effective.

For two weeks he was underground, working and sneaking in, slowly building up information and finding hideouts of the gang, before finding one of their bases. This was a supply base, with a good bit of their military hardware stored there. And Kourin gave both sides the key to it. They didnt want the weapons however. They wanted to destroy them. Taking the weapons could quite possibly make a divide between the two gangs on who got what. Simply destroying them would weaken the enemy, and stop internal conflict from happening. And this worked rather nicely. In the attack, Kourin was able to get a decent wealth of information, giving it to the two gangs, before leaving. He knew at this point they had all they needed to wipe out the group. This was no longer his problem. And indeed, they wiped out the group, and killed their leaders.

After that, for two years Kourin went underground, building up a reputation, before starting to look for ways to leave. Which proved a good thing, as rather recently, a small group of the gang he destroyed came looking for him, hearing of his involvement. And they came to kill. He got found, and after a short fire fight, grabbing just his credits and the slicing equipment and datapad, he ran, blinding running to the closest star port. Seeing some crates, and no one near by, he sneaked inside, opened one up, and jumped inside.



SHIP:
None

KILLS:
None

BOUNTIES COLLECTED:
None

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ROLE-PLAYS:
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